Dream Space is an astral realm near to the Prime Material Plane, touching both it and the March of Dreams. As Described by the spirit Grizzly (Spirit):
"This is your dream space," the bear spirit told her. "This isn't in your mind, it's much deeper. Technically we're not connected your body right now at all. Think of it as a mansion for your soul. Currently, it shows the origin of your soul the point at which the most lasting imprint was made."[1]
Several Dream Spaces have been shown in stories and include:
Kayda Franks[]
There was no sense of motion, nor a sense of the existing motion stopping. One moment Tansy was in a car looking over her shoulder at Kayda in the back seat, the next she was standing on the endless prairie the car was descending into. Only this prairie didn't have an interstate, or a car to drive on it, and Tansy had not been wearing a princess outfit from the Iron Age. Rolling her eyes yet again she shook her head at the weirdness of the situation. "Tansy, not Buttercup!" She muttered to herself as she gathered up the skirt and turned to find Kayda next to her in a buckskin minidress festooned with beads.
"Where are we now? Your dream space?" Tansy asked, looking around the prairie. Her gaze fixed on the site down the hill - the idyllic Lakota camp of tepees and tanning frames and jerky drying racks made of willow branches.
"Yes," Kayda replied easily as she began to walk down the gentle slope toward camp.[1]
Elaine Nalley[]
Walcutt found herself on a small island beach in a lake, the Princess dress exchanged for her favorite bikini. A short swim offshore a little white sailboat, not much bigger than a dinghy to her eyes, stood at anchor. Walcutt turned to see Elaine behind her, dressed in a modest one piece, still leaning against the bear. "Not what you were expecting?" The redhead asked her.
The blonde smiled and shook her head. "No, but somehow it fits you." [1]
Tansy Walcutt[]
The darkness gave way to an idolized castle room that had far too much furniture to be historically correct for the time. It was more Disney than Renaissance fair, but the room was comfortable and a Merry fire was dancing in the fireplace. [1]